The doors open and in they flood
Like waves some crash with confidence
Relentless tide displacing toys

Whilst others, human barnacles
Cling to their carers’ legs constrained
Fearful of blundering bulldozers

Finally in the flotsam drifts
Worn down by lack of precious sleep
And full of care and caffeine highs

Every Wednesday our church holds its toddler group and I get to play and call it work. Its amazing how within moments a carefully set up room can look as if it has been hit by a tidal wave.
(23.03.22)

© Ben Quant 2022